Page 22 of Madness & Mayhem

I dig my fingers into her wrists, bruising them, straining the bones from the pressure of my grip.

Bending down, my eyes flare as her nipples harden, peaking against the raw air. I shove my mask up from my face and drop my mouth to her chest, securing my lips around them as I suck her nipple into my mouth. Lifting my mouth, I move to the top of her breast, sinking my teeth down.

Bite.

I move my mouth slightly.

Bite.

And again.

Bite.

I continue moving, until her chest is covered in my teeth marks, in her blood, and her body trembles violently in my arms.

I can feel my cock grow inside her as I thrust harder, moving so aggressively our skin slaps. I move us forward slightly, until she’s sitting up, her back against her headboard.

Her spine relaxes as I move inside her, and I smirk, watching her flushed cheeks. I drop my hands to her waist, gripping her tightly, embedding my fingertips into her skin as I move.

We both sit up, her legs wrapped around my waist, and I grip her around her hips tightly as I start moving.

I fuck her wildly.

Madly.

Viciously.

She lets out a scream, her eyes clouding with lust as I ravage her, tear her to pieces and put her back together.

We move as one, our bodies connected, our souls, our fucking hearts, a collision. Her eyes are indistinguishable, though she reaches forward, her hand curling around the fabric of my shirt, directly over my heart, and she squeezes, pulling me forward.

“I fucking love you, Reign,” she moans, and the walls of her pussy clench around my cock, gripping me tightly. She comes, her entire body electrifying, melting into my grip, I hold her tightly, pulling her close as my own orgasm follows, and I empty myself, my cock twitching against the walls of her pussy.

“Fuck,” I grit between my teeth.

She leans forward, crumbling to bits against me as I hold her tightly, coming down from my own high.

“Shit,” she groans. She slouches in my arms, and I hold her tightly as I slide down, until we’re both laying on her bed, our breathing heavy, our skin damp with sweat.

I’m so wrapped in Lakyn I don’t realize her bedroom door has opened.

A shadow comes behind me, and I glance over my shoulder, seeing Archer and Kyler standing there, absolute rage on their faces.

“I knew you’d show up eventually,” Archer growls.

Shit.

Chapter fIve

LAKYN

Oh, no.

Reign flies off of me so quickly I wouldn’t be able to grab for him if I tried. He ends up in the corner of the room, tearing his clothes on with a blank look on his face, his mask lifted to the top of his head.

Kyler sneers. “This a kink for you, Lakyn? Fucking him with his mask on?” he lashes, his eyes narrowed. “And you got blood on your face? What the fuck are you doing!” he roars.

I wince, watching as Reign’s body stiffens.